Fated to Royalty

Chapter 1

Eleven years later...

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLO!" My mom yelled holding out her arms for a hug. I screamed and fell out of my bed. Oh yea it's my eighteenth birthday I thought. Trying not to rip my sweet mothers head off, I calmed myself before speaking.

"Thanks mom." I gave her the hug she desperately wanted and got back up in bed.

"So do you have any plans today sweetie?" She asked with big eyes. I could tell she had something she wanted to tell me.

"Nope not really, probably bask in the hollowness of my teenage existence." I said sarcastically.

"GREAT!" She yelled. A little too happy. My mom didn't always used to be the happiest woman in the world. When my father passed away she shut herself away for three months. I lived with my grandparents at that time. I was eight.

"I'm having a little get together at Minico's for dinner, I figured you wanted Italian?" She stood up and started walking away.

"Yea good idea mom, thanks." She walked out the door and flopped back down.

I was thinking about that hard dream I was having. I never knew a Tristan when I was younger? I thought to myself. I remember my childhood always being here in sunny Philadelphia. The place were mom met dad, got shacked up, and had me. It was just a dream. People have them everyday and they are mostly meaningless.

I got dressed in my usual black skinny jeans, white v-neck shirt, and my new pair of high tops that were a shade of sea foam that I adored. It was nine AM and I had to be at work in thirty. I worked at a small electronic store on the corner, I still couldn't drive so it was the best job I could get that was walking distance. 

After work I went home to freshen up for dinner. When my mom said "Small get together" she meant that she was going to just invite her boyfriend Roger, who was old, chubby, and smelled of cheap tobacco whenever I saw him. They had been dating for four months and lets just say I still wasn't warming up.

I looked in the bathroom mirror at myself. It's just Italian and Roger I thought. Why should I get fancy for that? I brushed out my long brown hair, my hazel eyes were a little red and blood shot, they were tired looking from work.

Mom called me from downstairs and I grabbed my jacket and headed to the car. We made it to the restaurant and Roger already had gotten us tables.

"Happy birthday Clover." He said staring at my mom.

"Thanks." I said dryly and took my seat. Of course he didn't bother wasting money on a present.

Forty-five minutes passed and Roger and my mother were a little tipsy. I took the chance to go outside. There wasn't much around the restaurant except a gas station across the street. Barely any street lights were up so it was almost pitch black.

I found a bench and sat there, wrapping myself with my jacket more. I was sitting for about four minutes when something cold came from behind me. It felt like a sudden rush of snow or something?

"Such a pretty little girl sitting here all by herself." A husky voice said into my right ear. I froze. Is this some kind of rapist? Maybe its a joke.

I shot up from the bench and balled my hands into fists.

"Get the fuck away from me." I tried to sound intimidating. The tall man laughed.

"A very vile word little miss, you could get in trouble using that type of talk."

I backed away slowly, I turned to my left and saw the restaurant. If I ran there he couldn't catch me. Right.

I started sprinting, but It only felt like a second passed by and the man pushed me down, my head hitting the corner of a piece of brick. He kicked me over so I was laying on my back and he stood above me laughing.

"Stupid pathetic little girl, i'm getting tired of this now." He bent over me and touched my wound. He brought his hand back up to his mouth and licked his finger. He licked the blood that was on his finger.

"So sweet, you haven't been deflowered yet have you?" He gave the creepiest of smiles.

I just laid there, I don't believe in God but I was praying. Praying that I could get out, that if I did die my mom would be okay and be happy still without me there. I didn't have any friends, I always preferred to be alone.

My mind started to fill with images, Images of...me? Memories? Memories of me and my father, and a huge castle. The largest garden I've ever seen and king and queen. I see another little girl my age, and thats when I see three brothers. The smallest one being the child knight from my dream.

None of this was making any sense. The man claiming hes a vampire, these weird images. What would be next? I knew what would be next. I was going to die by the hands of a creepy cannibalistic psychopath.

I snapped out of it to see the man getting closer, he had fangs. Holy shit he had FANGS! I started to cry, I couldn't be strong anymore. My time was over.

"Goodnight little girl" He said and came down at my neck, the fangs were cold and felt thick brushing against the skin. Before I knew it I screamed it. I screamed his name. I felt stupid but calling his name was my only hope, even if he was never real and I was crazy.

The word came out so easily.

"TRISTAN!"

And it all went black.

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Ah the first chapter! as well as my first cliff hanger ;) Sorry if you found it short, the next will be a bit longer!

Again sorry for any grammar issues if they bug ya.

-Savannah